Short stories or one-shots based on Krish-Vaani from the movie Saiyaara, covering their life before and after marriage.

krish and vaani aus.

I loved watching their story unfold over three hours. But there was still something there, a quiet feeling that I hadn't seen enough. Not because I didn't have enough, but because I wanted more. More about how they slowly fell in love. More times when they were quiet, talked, and showed how close they were. That's why I started writing: to explore the depths I thought were still hidden beneath the surface. This fan fiction is just me following that feeling and thinking about what might have happened that we don't see on screen.

This story is a fan fiction inspired by the 2025 film Saiyaara. 𝐕𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚 (𝟐𝟐) The girl who speaks through poetry and silence. She's losing pieces of herself every day... but he still sees the whole of her. 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 (𝟐𝟓) The boy who turns pain into music. Cold to the world, until her words lit a fire he never wanted to put out. 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲-𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. ❖ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 ❖ ➤ Second chance romance ➤ Tragic pasts ➤ Broken hero ➤ Healing through love

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘒𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘒𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘝𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪

Saiyaara Fan-Fiction. I have wrote this story before movie came out. Its an AU movie story based on the same charecters as depicted in trailers and songs. Ahaan Pandey as Sahil Agnihotri. A college super star heartthrob. He is passionate about music and bikes. Extremely privileged, handsome and broody. Aneet Padda as Siya Joshi. She is the college topper, a huge nerd, soft and kind. She is hardworking and from a poor household trying to make it out. *************************** There she stood at the archway, wearing my powder blue shirt-half buttoned, barely hanging on her shoulder, sleeves swallowing her hands. My sunglasses, too big for her face, slipping slightly down her nose. And my guitar, slung across her like she was about to perform an arena show. I blinked. "What..." She strutted in like she owned the place. She pulled off her sunglasses in slow motion, her voice husky and dramatic. "You see, I woke up... and I was him. Sahil freakin' Agnihotri. Guitar-wielding prodigy. Man of mystery. Hair gel connoisseur." I choked on a grape. "Siya." She was swaying like a drunken rockstar, fake-belting notes that didn't exist in any scale, throwing her head back so hard my sunglasses flew off her face and clattered to the ground. I had tears in my eyes from holding in the laughter. I just couldn't take it anymore. She was still hopping around the furniture like an unhinged squirrel, doing a full-blown mockery of my performance from last gig-microphone hand gestures, dramatic hair flips, even the fake broody guitar solo that had the crowd roaring. I chased her across the room, dodging a throw pillow she hurled at me, until I finally caught her mid-bounce and tackled her onto the armchair in a heap of limbs and laughter. She was breathless, still fully in character. "Hey," she panted, her voice deepening into a mock baritone. "Do you want to ride on my big bike? I'll teach you cricket... maybe show you my tattoo..."

This is a collection of oneshots I would write on Saiyaara because apparently, 2 hours 30 minutes of movie, 7 songs, and endless edits on them are not enough.

This story is a complete fanfiction based on fan's demands featuring Ahaan Panday and Aneet Padda The cast of Saiyaara...What happens when Filming on the set becomes difficult because real feelings start developing, A fire on both sides...ignites and rest is history